I've thought about it and I hope when the Apocalypse comes about I'll be standing on my roof with a bottle of Bailey's screaming "Fuck yeah! We finally get a mulligan!" Meaning thankfully there are many survivors, none of which are the arrogant type, and even if there are arrogant types...well..they'd learn real quick. Because, unfortunately, I think the Apocalypse will be the only thing to give peace a chance.
I prefer the kind of apocalypse I get to live through. No grey goos, supernovas, or the like for me. The most immediate threat, of course, is the melting of the polar ice caps with global social collapse from the resulting decrease in land mass. This is, of course, why I always buy houses at suitably high elevations but with securable basements.
So I plan to spend the days of the panic locked in my basement with my wife and our friends, making sure that we've got everything we can get our hands on to fight off the looters so that it's NOT my last day.
If I'm sure it's my last day -- well, then I get to integrate a lot of shit in my psyche and simply enjoy life without the pressure of future expectations. But who needs an apocalypse for that?
I'm more than fairly certain that waking up one morning to fire and brimstone might be the best apocalypse ever. Forget zombies and all that rot and, even if you don't believe in it, take for a moment the bible's end of the world. Seven headed dragons with naked women riding them? Angels tearing the sky in half like a scroll? The moon turning to blood and stars raining onto the earth? It really does have something for everyone. Years of strife, of plague, of straight crazy talk in the sense of four gents on different colored horses that cut, kill and maim at their leisure. Then, once it is all said and done, one huge flying city of gold comes down from heaven as the new place for humanity to exist. Whatever John was inhaling or shooting or even just casually sipping while he wrote that, I would like to acquire it by the most shady means available.
Should this occur, I may spend my final day sealing a variety of cats into a series of boxes in an attempt to create an escape pod to a safer level of reality.
You people all make it sound so enticing. Zombies? Screaming? Lots of fucking? Mutations? Wow, it all sounds like so much fun, but I'm torn. I guess I'll just go with whatever makes the world look like this:
My favourite piece of apocalyptic art "The Great Day of His Wrath" by John Martin. And really, really, you haven't seen it till you've seen it in the flesh. It's at Tate Britain. So go, then tell me you want zombies. Pfft.
Should this occur, I may spend my final day sealing a variety of cats into a series of boxes in an attempt to create an escape pod to a safer level of reality.
Hahahaha! Marvelous! Fitting that it'd be cats to save our skin. The little bastards are condescending enough.
I'd have no interest in starting over again in a new world. Whatever your pleasure, Zombies, War, Aliens, Giant Sabre-Toothed Vagina Monsters from Dimension 4X, it doesn't matter to me. I'll watch the show until such a time that I'm dragged into it, then go down fighting, powered by enough amphetamines to make an elephant think it is god. Also, I'd take up smoking again.
Robots. Seriously, we do enough weird shit to them, it's time they hit back, and with a vengeance.
Also, in the event that reincarnation is real, I want to come back as an immortal, all-seeing, all-feeling gleaming chrome six-armed man, run on a fusion pack the size of a Duracell.
But the Zombocalypse would be a hell of a lot of fun. The only problem is that everyone would already know what to do to survive, so it wouldn't really be much of an apocalypse.
Oh hell yes! There should be a game where a team of zombie hunters is sent out into the Dead Zone with only the clothes on their backs and a Black and Decker tool set, where they are required to use every single tool (including all the nuts and screws) at least once in dispatching an Undead Fiend. Points for creativity and goreificity.
Zombie attack would be the way to go really. Grab my gun, 9 assorted loved ones (10s a good number to re-start the human race isnt it), zen, dvds, books and fish then ramsack tescos and wait it out in my basement. Which conviently is very well hidden (think like the attic in 30 days of night) but unfortunatly only 5 foot high. Cant have everything can i.